DISCLAMER Oh. Yes. I own it. All. NO! I do not. I am writing fanfiction. I own nothing of much value. If your soul is up for sale, though, I wouldn't mind buying it. And then I could say I own a soul. That'd be cool. I have a quarter.

RATING Bah... lets go with T. Just because there are hints of shonen ai-ness.

On Rainy Days


Fuji would sit in the rain just to get soaked. Tezuka never understood the appeal. But Fuji knew; it had to do with wiping your mind clean and listening only to the pounding of the rain, sounding so much like the underlying beat in a song.

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"There's something exhilarating about playing tennis in the rain"

"Fuji. You'll catch a cold."

And Fuji would simply smile in his benign way, water streaming in rivulets on his face.

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Once, Fuji joined him camping in the mountains. It rained constantly while they were there. They stayed huddled in sleeping bags in the small tent, and listened to the sound of the rain, so still they could almost hear each other blink. (Tezuka remembered being so intimately aware of Fuji, even though they were on opposite sides of the tent.)

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Some rainy days, Fuji would stand with his eyes closed and his head tilted at the sky, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

And as Tezuka stood there, watching him, he wondered if Fuji was crying in the rain.

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Tezuka would always shake his head, when after practices Fuji would announce cheerily, 'I forgot my umbrella'. On rainy days, Fuji was always accompanied home by Tezuka, cramming together so they could stay under the umbrella, their hands brushing together accidentally. Sometimes, he wondered if Fuji forgot his umbrella on purpose. (of course, his mind went no further as to question why Fuji would do something like that.) (He didn't want to think about that.)

Fuji would invite him inside every time, after they had arrived, for a cup of tea. Sometimes he would pause momentarily then quietly accept. Most times, he would shake his head and decline politely. (it didn't settle well with him, though, the fleeting disappointment on Fuji's face, so he found himself saying yes more and more.)

The first time he came inside, he noticed that the Fuji household looked almost unlived in. It seemed like a movie set in a Hollywood movie, too perfect to be occupied.

There were many pairs of slippers by the door, but only two were starting to show wear.

There were a few times when Tezuka would stay over for dinner. He observed how it was almost always only Fuji and Yumiko present, only occupying a fraction of the table, empty chairs outnumbering the filled ones.

And they would soon head upstairs to do their homework (although neither really needed help doing it) and studied (Tezuka dutifully and Fuji with absolutely random thoughts running through his head) to the sound of the rain and quiet classical music from the stereo and Yumiko doing the dishes downstairs.


by T.I.B.E.-sway-, completed 1/25/07
AHA! Done. Let's see... because everyone was so nice to me when I put up my sucky fic, I put up my TezuFuji fic that I actually like.

...one more thing. Did anyone like the end? Because I love it. 3. It's my run-on sentence baby that is confusing. It's mostly for myself, actually, because I was debating on using a more... grammar friendly ending. But- but- but! I used my baby. Yup.

And, if anyone was wondering why Fuji was crying, well... it's gotta be Yuuta, of course. I still love you, Yuuta!

I have a special request! To anyone who read my other fic, comfort and the ideal, could you please review and tell me if this one is any better? And to anyone else, please review! I'm seriously, like, obsessed, because when I see that I got a review it MAKES MY DAY. So :rarr! Even if it's criticisim, please review?